What is turning around the bend? I strain my neck as I attempt to see it leaving; its passing, subtly fading, shadows, and hulls of warm autumn colors that were once the soft colors of spring surround me, they crinkle and crunch under my feet. I look behind me and see the familiar path that has brought me to this very spot. The path weaves in and out of the valleys and the mo...untains, the rough terrain, and the beautiful meadows, others paths intercross with mine, some very intricately and some briefly cross for a brief time period. The path is urging me, beckoning me to take the next step. What lies ahead? Gorges, torrent rains, soft prairie grasses?
I step forward and feel the warmth of the sun on my back as it just ever so slightly hints at retiring for the day. Although it’s a bend that signifies a half-way point, that there is much journey left ahead, it is still a mile stone of sort…the indentation in the road is there indeed.
This path my feet are planted on, is full of colors so vibrant, beauty so defined all around me -so intricately and exhaustively detailed-as if I were viewing these canvases for the first time. I stop and gaze into a small puddle beside me and dip my finger into the wetness, producing ripples that display pictures of choices that were once made along this path. Atlas, all ripples fade, all puddles dry and the chapter is closed. Hence, this need, this small voice that softly calls out deep within me- demanding that I stop and praise my Maker. I try to address these nagging thoughts that are deep within asking if I am fulfilling each purpose, each design that was specifically architected for me and I alone, before I go…before the final jagged bend of winter and all attempt of conquering this path I now stand on- will be gone.
Still standing in the midst of my path, I am in awe of His creations, His skew of color selections, the detail of skies and clouds, of fog and dew. The feel and smell of vegetation and the fields they originate from. I find that all of His creation is literally commanding me to stop and to stare, to meditate on things, on beauty that is spilling around me. I am transfixed. Why now my soul asks, why now? They have not changed….Have I?
My Questions drove me to find answers-My journey seemed to pause indefinitely…I did not step forward, nor back-instead I found myself stuck in the rut in the path determined that I would not venture forward until I found the absolute in continuing, the knowledge that at the end of this path, as my journey was approaching the end-That I could look back and know that it was successful because it was all of Him and none of me.
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